Armipotent Chapter 561 - Loyal Retainer - Part 2

"So what? When you wet your pants, I am fighting and killing the demon. I have gone through hundreds of battles while you just learn sothing from a sheltered academy? Can you even apply what you have learned to the battlefield?" Usually, General Allan would back down from the senseless argunt but not this ti.

A sheltered kid that had never been on a battlefield tried to ridicule him. This was sothing he would usually overlook but not this ti. He was in a bad mood with the decree of the King yet this guy tried to kick him while he was down.

"You…!" Sir Page raised from the chair and had his finger pointed at General Allan.

"You what?" General Allan stood up as well. His two ters towering figure easily dominated the 1.74 ters Sir Page. The latter flinched as he sensed General Allan's aura. He might be an Earl and the opposite part was just a Viscount but General Allan was one of two Primordial Ranks the Warmir Kingdom had.

"Even if your Grandfather t , he will respect yet you greenhorn has crossed the line," General Allan flung the table between him and Sir Page away with a flip of his hand before he took a bit step closer.

Sir Page took two steps back as his face showed fear, "What do you want to do? I am an Earl! You can't do anything to unless you want to be punished by the King!"

"Funny Sir Page," General Allan smiled, "Let give you a puzzle for you. One of many Earls in the kingdom or one of the two Primordial Ranks in the kingdom. If you are the King of Warmir, who would you choose?"

Sir Page's face lost its color when he heard the question. Everyone knew the answer, and he knew the answer as well. The King would choose the Primordial Rank rather than an Earl without accomplishnt.

Sir Page then realized that he had poked the wrong nest this ti. No, it was not the wrong nest but he poked the nest at the wrong ti. Usually, General Allan would just give him a nod and a smile each ti he showed off his knowledge. Since then he had been doing this every ti he visited the military camp.

"You can't do anything to or else my father and my grandfather would pursue the matter. You and your family would be prosecuted by harming an Earl!" Sir Page pulled his final card by bringing up his father and his grandfather. His Grandfather was an Epic Rank that worked in Warmir Royal Academy as an instructor, and his father was working in the Royal Court. That was the main reason why he inherited the title this early.

Sir Page was hoping that General Allan would back down when he ntioned that but he was wrong with that. The threat did not work on General Allan.

"As I said, even when your grandfather t , he would still respect yet you crossed the line this ti. I have tolerated you for so long yet not this ti. I will least collect one of your fingers," After saying that, General Allan's figure flashed toward Sir Page. The old man pinned down Sir Page easily without resistance.

"NO! Don't! Please don't cut my finger! I promise that I will never do it again! I promise you! Please forgive for this once! Please!" Sir Page scread. He was terrified that his finger would be cut by General Allan.

Thanks to the commotion, it attracted the other soldiers outside the tent. One of General Allan's subordinates barged into the tent and saw the scene before him. His superior was pinning down the ssenger of the King, "Are you okay, Sir Alan?" The man ignored Sir Page's pleading and asked General Allan.

"I am fine. I just need to vent out this frustration a little bit. Guard the tent and don't let anyone enter the tent, Anyone! Even the King himself cos!" General Allan commanded his subordinate.

"No, please, don't! Please help ! Help!" Sir Page scread at the top of his lungs. However, General Allan's subordinate rely nodded his head at his superior before he ca out of the tent, leaving the two people inside, "Yes, Sir!" That was the answer before the subordinate guarded the entrance.

"You do love pointing your finger at so I will take this one for my collection," General Allan pulled Sir Page's right hand and pulled the index finger. He raised his right hand, his index finger was shrouded with a revolving wind. He then cut Sir Page's index finger with his index finger.

"ARGHHHHHH!" Sir Page scread as the acute pain assaulted his finger. He felt sothing missing as he could no longer feel his index finger.

"Huh!?" General Allan furrowed his brows as he slled sothing bad. He got up and saw that Sir Page wetted his pants, "Bahahahaha…" the old man's laughter filled the tent, "You have been lecturing all this ti about war and battlefield yet you wet yourself just because of this," General Allan was still holding Sir Page's index finger, laughing while shaking his head.

General Allan crushed the finger into his palm as the fire lit up, burning all the remains of the index finger including the bone. This way, Sir Page could not reattach the finger unless he asked soone else to regrow the finger.

"Man, you are too noisy for just losing a finger," General Allan shook his head and picked Sir Page who was rolling around on the ground. He picked up the Earl by the neck and threw him away out of the tent.

After he threw away Sir Page, his subordinate entered the tent with a concerned expression, "He is an Earl, and also the only heir of the Page Family. You are going too far by cutting his finger… will you be okay, General?

"Hah…" General Allan let out a sigh, "Maybe you are right about that but that's enough to dissolve my anger a little bit. But you are right, why would I lower myself to a kid like that?"